[fic] Earth Spark
Written a while ago. Un beta-ed (as usual. I should probably get one.) No Domesticating Ironhide this time, sorry. :c
Title: Tanker Pride
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Starscream. One uppity Stratotanker.
Genre: Humor
Nearly the whole north western coast of the United States has become a no-fly zone for both the Autobots and the Decepticons; commercial air-liners, US military planes, and private jets are the only things to not incur her wrath. Any intruders are quickly chased off, base commander's permission or not. For a fiercely territorial, downright vicious warrior who has no qualms using dirty tactics, she is perilously young; coming on-line during the All Spark’s destruction while flying an aerial refuel mission for the fighters attacking Megatron. Her spat with the Autobot's pathetic combiner Seekers was widely televised, and the Autobot's relations with that part of the military was sufficiently strained.
She is the perfect candidate to seduce away from the humans, to join Starscream’s campaign and bend the Decepticons to his will. And it will be easy, she is alone; as far as he knows she is the sole aircraft to be given life during the battle and she is a Seeker in all but birth-place. He will play on that loneliness; give her the attention and affections a newly minted Seeker craves from their own.
“You will not harm my people, fighter.”
At least, that is what his plan was when he had first entered her territory peaceably, staring up at the boompod-turned-pulse-rifle directed straight at his face, her large foot pinning him to the base’s runway. Thrice his size, the Tanker has to squat to peer at him, the bare armature of her face twisted in a sneer.
“Think about it,” he continues in English; he will have to teach her to speak properly, in Cybertronian. “Humans are weak and hypocritical creatures. They will destroy themselves eventually. If you join me, we can ensure that yours are kept… safe.”
Spook50’s optics narrow and she cocks her head to the side, considering his words. Good, she is listening to him. As she should.
“This is true,” and a few of the humans who followed her out here squawk in protest. “But,” the rifle is shoved directly against his optics and Starscream freezes up, startled. “They are my hypocrites, and I will protect them as I see fit. Without your help.”
A vicious grin plays across her face-plates and the foot pinning him is lifted. “Now get the hell off my lawn!” She kicks him, gouging a huge hole in the runway. He manages to right himself as he tumbles, standing when she brings the rifle to bear.
Starscream is a dignified, accomplished warrior. He does not yelp and scramble up and away while some two-bit Earth Spark chases after him like a turbo-hound, firing a blast and catching a wing. He does not. This is a strategic retreat, giving himself time to reassess his tactics in turning the Seeker to his side.
Her humans are cheering, some even point their puny M-16s in his direction as he races away, scorned and angry.
--
When Spooky lands some minutes later, she gently gathers up a few of her people- let security forces drive back in their trucks, her mechanics had run from the main hangar and she was not letting them walk back, not in the cold.
The Commander is out on the apron near her personal hangar, all bristling concern and anger as she sets them down with a happy thrum. She has defended her base successfully once again. “We will need Red Horse out here,” she says loftily. “I will not let the others take off on a damaged runway.”
The other Tankers may or may not be sentient, but they are still her sisters in make and model, and she has flown with them for nearly fifty years before being granted a spirit and mind. She will protect them, their people, and support The Mission like she always has.
--
TANKER-FUCKING-PRIDE, BITCHES. Aircraft 58-000050, known as Spook50 because of a supposed deaths that occurred on her some time ago (hence the ‘Spook’, she is supposedly haunted but I haven’t encountered anything on her, 1515 and 94 on the other hand scare the wits out of me…), is a KC-135 Stratotanker, and an absolute dream to work on because she doesn’t break all the damn time like a few of the others. (For jets that’re over 50 yrs old, they’re in pretty good flying condition.) (However, Balls1, 1513, and 94 are my frenemies and I will forever hate working on them.) (Yes, we call on of our jets Balls1. We have another, 8008, that we call Boobs for obvious reasons. Sentient human-made acft probably have the most inappropriate names.)
Spooky’s personality is based mostly off of various dragons from the Temeraire series. I can most certainly imagine USAF aircraft being quite lofty and totally snobbish. Especially fighters. Spooky certainly would lord herself over a fighter, because without her they can't fly extended missions. Hoo-boy, the in-house rivalries are probably hilarious to witness.
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Title: Tanker Pride
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Starscream. One uppity Stratotanker.
Genre: Humor
Nearly the whole north western coast of the United States has become a no-fly zone for both the Autobots and the Decepticons; commercial air-liners, US military planes, and private jets are the only things to not incur her wrath. Any intruders are quickly chased off, base commander's permission or not. For a fiercely territorial, downright vicious warrior who has no qualms using dirty tactics, she is perilously young; coming on-line during the All Spark’s destruction while flying an aerial refuel mission for the fighters attacking Megatron. Her spat with the Autobot's pathetic combiner Seekers was widely televised, and the Autobot's relations with that part of the military was sufficiently strained.
She is the perfect candidate to seduce away from the humans, to join Starscream’s campaign and bend the Decepticons to his will. And it will be easy, she is alone; as far as he knows she is the sole aircraft to be given life during the battle and she is a Seeker in all but birth-place. He will play on that loneliness; give her the attention and affections a newly minted Seeker craves from their own.
“You will not harm my people, fighter.”
At least, that is what his plan was when he had first entered her territory peaceably, staring up at the boompod-turned-pulse-rifle directed straight at his face, her large foot pinning him to the base’s runway. Thrice his size, the Tanker has to squat to peer at him, the bare armature of her face twisted in a sneer.
“Think about it,” he continues in English; he will have to teach her to speak properly, in Cybertronian. “Humans are weak and hypocritical creatures. They will destroy themselves eventually. If you join me, we can ensure that yours are kept… safe.”
Spook50’s optics narrow and she cocks her head to the side, considering his words. Good, she is listening to him. As she should.
“This is true,” and a few of the humans who followed her out here squawk in protest. “But,” the rifle is shoved directly against his optics and Starscream freezes up, startled. “They are my hypocrites, and I will protect them as I see fit. Without your help.”
A vicious grin plays across her face-plates and the foot pinning him is lifted. “Now get the hell off my lawn!” She kicks him, gouging a huge hole in the runway. He manages to right himself as he tumbles, standing when she brings the rifle to bear.
Starscream is a dignified, accomplished warrior. He does not yelp and scramble up and away while some two-bit Earth Spark chases after him like a turbo-hound, firing a blast and catching a wing. He does not. This is a strategic retreat, giving himself time to reassess his tactics in turning the Seeker to his side.
Her humans are cheering, some even point their puny M-16s in his direction as he races away, scorned and angry.
--
When Spooky lands some minutes later, she gently gathers up a few of her people- let security forces drive back in their trucks, her mechanics had run from the main hangar and she was not letting them walk back, not in the cold.
The Commander is out on the apron near her personal hangar, all bristling concern and anger as she sets them down with a happy thrum. She has defended her base successfully once again. “We will need Red Horse out here,” she says loftily. “I will not let the others take off on a damaged runway.”
The other Tankers may or may not be sentient, but they are still her sisters in make and model, and she has flown with them for nearly fifty years before being granted a spirit and mind. She will protect them, their people, and support The Mission like she always has.
--
TANKER-FUCKING-PRIDE, BITCHES. Aircraft 58-000050, known as Spook50 because of a supposed deaths that occurred on her some time ago (hence the ‘Spook’, she is supposedly haunted but I haven’t encountered anything on her, 1515 and 94 on the other hand scare the wits out of me…), is a KC-135 Stratotanker, and an absolute dream to work on because she doesn’t break all the damn time like a few of the others. (For jets that’re over 50 yrs old, they’re in pretty good flying condition.) (However, Balls1, 1513, and 94 are my frenemies and I will forever hate working on them.) (Yes, we call on of our jets Balls1. We have another, 8008, that we call Boobs for obvious reasons. Sentient human-made acft probably have the most inappropriate names.)
Spooky’s personality is based mostly off of various dragons from the Temeraire series. I can most certainly imagine USAF aircraft being quite lofty and totally snobbish. Especially fighters. Spooky certainly would lord herself over a fighter, because without her they can't fly extended missions. Hoo-boy, the in-house rivalries are probably hilarious to witness.
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